Don't imagine Cross or Fellswap Papyrus with a blind S/O?
(I have never written for anyone with a visual impairment, I dont mean to offend anyone! Also! Thank you vixen for kick starting my brain!)
(Fellswap for this one)
Don't imagine the gentlest touch to rouse you in the morning, while the sun warms your cheeks. 'hey…g'morning snippet.' You don't need to see his smile, it's like his voice smiles along with his face. You tell him this and he laughs under his breath
Don't imagine turning over to face him, finding and tangling the strings of his hoodie between your fingers, your brow crinkles a little. 'what's up, pup?' You don't remember what you were supposed to do that day and were worried that it was something really important.
Don't imagine the short gasp that leaves him. But it IS important. It's your birthday! You have so much to do! You shoot up in bed with a cry of delight, he lurches forward to steady you when you rock forward a little too hard, laughing.
Don't imagine after showering and dressing, he catches you around the waist, warning you first with a short, low whistle. He finds your shoes and offers to help, if you want. You shake your head. Maybe not this time. He takes up your hand in his and forms 🤟 with you. With the other hand you pap lightly around his temple then, you squint and lean forward to peck a kiss off center on his forehead.
Don't imagine walking out the door only to find the weather slipped on past you; it was pouring. Don't imagine that he doesn't even falter in step, grabbing his keys and leading you to the car.
Don't imagine going to that restaurant you love so much, the smells and sounds of it familiar and welcome. Don't imagine him describing what the desserts are, being unable to choose and with a shrug he flags the waiter. 'screw it. bring 'em all.'
Don't imagine he leans in a few times to describe some of the instances of people watching he does. How someone looks very very pressed about something. 'ah, yep. it's a mistress.' Don't imagine nearly choking on raspberry mousse at the sheer casualness of his words. There's a lot of dessert left, so you take it home.
Oh, and don't imagine turning towards him in the car on the way home, to ask what the weather ruined for your birthday plans. 'nah, im still gonna do 'em. so no telling.' You huff at him, crossing your arms in mostly mock upset. He smirks, finding that while he was glad you didn't catch his cheek, he really wishes you did.
